A blog of complete and utter random-ness. Hence the name : Igloo on the Beach!
You'll find poems and stories here ranging from lost sisters, to my account on a particular shade of lime green; from my dream of Michael Jackson to a curious girl. So go ahead, take a peep into my world, and I hope you enjoy!

Monday, 18 May 2015

I STARTED A COMMUNITY ON GOOGLE+. IT'S CALLED "IGLOO ON THE BEACH" AND THE LINK IS IN MY PROFILE IN THE "OTHER LINKS/PROFILES" SECTION.

GO JOIN IT. NOW. :D

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ALSO SOMETHING REALLY NICE I READ, THOUGHT OF SHARING IT HERE:

“Be brave. Even if you’re not, pretend to be. No one can tell the difference. Don’t allow the phone to interrupt important moments. It’s there for your convenience, not the callers. Don’t be afraid to go out on a limb. That’s where the fruit is. Don’t burn bridges. You’ll be surprised how many times you have to cross the same river. Don’t forget, a person’s greatest emotional need is to feel appreciated. Don’t major in minor things. Don’t say you don’t have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Pasteur, Michael angelo, Mother Teresa, Helen Keller, Leonardo Da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein. Don’t spread yourself too thin. Learn to say no politely and quickly. Don’t use time or words carelessly. Neither can be retrieved. Don’t waste time grieving over past mistakes Learn from them and move on. Every person needs to have their moment in the sun, when they raise their arms in victory, knowing that on this day, at his hour, they were at their very best. Get your priorities straight. No one ever said on his death bed, ‘Gee, if I’d only spent more time at the office’. Give people a second chance, but not a third. Judge your success by the degree that you’re enjoying peace, health and love. Learn to listen. Opportunity sometimes knocks very softly. Leave everything a little better than you found it. Live your life as an exclamation, not an explanation. Loosen up. Relax. Except for rare life and death matters, nothing is as important as it first seems. Never cut what can be untied. Never overestimate your power to change others. Never underestimate your power to change yourself. Remember that overnight success usually takes about fifteen years. Remember that winners do what losers don’t want to do. Seek opportunity, not security. A boat in harbor is safe, but in time its bottom will rot out. Spend less time worrying who’s right, more time deciding what’s right. Stop blaming others. Take responsibility for every area of your life. Success is getting what you want. Happiness is liking what you get. The importance of winning is not what we get from it, but what we become because of it. When facing a difficult task, act as though it’s impossible to fail.”

She sits next to me, humming some random words of some new song. The teacher isn't teaching as there are just 6 of us in class. The teacher yawns a big, tired-teacher yawn, not having the courtesy with which to cover her mouth as she does so. I stare, she stares back and after a while looks towards a notebook that she was checking. Stifles another yawn mid-tick, not even bothering to read what the kid has written. My friend stops singing, now looking around and getting bored, trying to see whom to talk to. She knows she shouldn't disturb me, that she CAN'T disturb me while writing, even if I'm just describing whatever is happening around me as an exercise to hone my skills. The nerdy boy starts talking to the teacher, trying to impress her, but all she does is yawn one more time. A drop of sweat falls down my back as the bell goes off, indicating the end of that period.We get up, wish the teacher, and at a dreadfully slow speed file out of class, going towards our next respective subject rooms. - Ragini Zutshi Anand
READ THE PREVIOUS PARTS AS WELL!PART 1PART 2PART 3PART 4PART 5PART 6PART 7

Thursday, 14 May 2015

and smoked that cigar, While you sat on the seat at the bar.Looked at youagain and again,and saw you looking at meagain and again.You were drinking a Mojitothat as clear asthe forest skyon a full moon night.And you're shining just like your Mojito.With smokey eyes,as black as the ash of my cigar.Now I sit with youand smoke another cigar,while you sit next to meand drink another drink.

Saturday, 9 May 2015

So today evening I was walking, and a black cat walked across in front of me. Nothing unusual, so I continued walking, therefore crossing the path of a black cat. This is supposed to be a bad omen in loads of places. A superstition. I don't believe in these, at all. But a young boy, around the age of 5 or 6, yelled and ran towards me, stopped me and screamed, "You shouldn't have done that, that's bad!"

So I wanted to clear the air on this.

The actual origins of the black cat crossing your path superstition is a bit of a mystery, but there are a few ideas. Cat’s ability to move silently and practically undetected put some people on edge, and their association with Egyptian religion added to the uneasiness in some Christian cultures. From here it was said that cats- and black cats in particular- acted as “familiars” to witches, creatures that are imbibed with an evil, otherworldly sentience that give power to their master. (Content from : http://www.timelessmyths.co.uk/a-black-cat-crossing-your-path.html)

P.S: Guess what happens when I write a poem for my Mom..... I get to eat her amazing home-made brownie and vanilla ice-cream and a lovely comment which ends with calling me a potato! Moms are the best, so go do something nice for your Mom and tell me what happens by commenting down below :) (POEM FOR MY MOM)

Thank you for not actually giving a shit about Mother's day, Mom. And for teaching me that everyday is Mother's day, and not just a Sunday in May when Archie's comes out with a full page advertisement showcasing all the big teddies and mugs I can get for you to express my love. Truth be told, a mug can't contain it all. And thank you for everything else too.